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ah the toes found the sheet's, heads still countin sheep, R E M......... ha just a peep. . . . started 12:01 that I know, tossing an turning, shit seem's tonight sall I know . . . . ah that's better now, dreams comin in oh alarm did i set it oh not again . . . . whose dogs barkin anyway, wish i could sleep, wish i could stay!

I looked to the distant vision we concieved, I have delighted in all we feed.! whence we threw our lives too dust, I created a sword for you to thrust. a heart i seached for thee to feel. whence my emotions you do steal. I care not for thee today,or of yesteryear, you name i dare to mutter clear. It took a life to pass before we ever believed, "visions we dare but see ,never share or for that concieve...!

I saw a kid standing in the dark of night
He may be at the age of 4 or 5
He was at the court yard holding
A big bowl, filled with water
And he stated to laugh and laugh
B cuz he saw the full moon reflects in that bowl
He thought, he got that moon in his hand
And he was happy, very happy, as ever seen.

Iwas punished for my sincere love
With a knife in my heart
My heart bleeds so much
I can't stop it.

I was punished for my sincerity
With maany lies and dreams without reasons
Witha message which made me feel a clown
A clown of u enjoy with my true feelngs.

I was punished because I belived
Still exists someone sincere
But he wakes me up with a slap
Of his words on my face.

He’s younger
A bit of a rebel
I assume by his self inflicted
Tattoos
"Love"
"Hate"
On each arm
Other symbols I don’t
Recognize
Still…
Very handsome
Refined visage
Fans of fringed eyelashes
And we flirt
An excuse to “high-five”
To steal a touch
Hands warm and soft
He is edgy or
Not
We look at each other across
The room
We pass
As if we are strangers
Still…
He drops what he is doing
To help me with my work
A gentleman in hiding
And I knew where to look

we were up there in the mountains,me and brumby bill. we were cutting for a cocky, we had ourselves a sthil.. sthil a little buety it cuts through wood like cheese ..ahh and the mountain tops were ringing for the sound of falling trees

I work real hard every day, to do the things the wal-mart way, to unload my truck, and break down the load, to stock my shelves, and then to cull, safety sweep after safety sweep to clean the floors, until a customer comes and trashes my zone, I do what it takes to give great satisfaction, but that isn't have the fraction, with to many chief;s and not enough indian's this place can be crazy not to mention! go stock frozen, do a carry -out, push in some cart's that's what its about, retail! retail! make that dollar, but do it nice we need not to hollar! everyone together we need team work, but that never happen's it's just get to work, with weiry legs and slow moving people, there driving me crazy these strange people, everyone wants money especially the top, so let's stay in our departments and get to the stock, with no product on the floor we cannot make sales, and the dc need's to stock up their shelves so we can get freight to improve our sales, come on folks we know what to do a little less panic we can improve, so lace up your boot's put a smile on your face because yes this is the wal- mart way

They call me BeefWindly cause thats all that i do,
reppin port city at the top of the boot.
My ice glossed and glistening and and im shinin on you.
I see you muggin ugly i say what mayne it do.
Fisna grab my board and shred on the streets.
Dropin mad rhymes an dont need fat beats.
goin to lunch to get sumthin to eats.
chompin vienna sausage and a whole can of beets.
when i was a baby i would just suck on some teets
back then when i didnt wear shoes on my feets
Nowadays causin Havoc Discret
this rhyme is like a madlib raisin da heat
makin' mothaf*ckas wanna turn and retreat..
bow down bitches we gotta hefty fleet
Get this show on the road while im claimin defeat
all you hatin niggas and lovin outta deceit

Hell has broke free and I face it head on.
Determined to see, and I chase till dawn.
A glare in my eye, pride by my side.
A stare in my eye, deprived not to die.
A fearless road warrior chases in the night.
A tearless road warrior paces in the highway lights.
The demons from hell, begin to surround me.
The creations from hell, sin all that is around thee.

Hell has broke free, and I face it head on.
Demons refuse to see, and they create a dead bomb.
I got 10 gears, 18 wheels, and 80,000 pounds of super boom.
I got led steers, thicker than steel, and am wound for super doom.
A fearless road warrior chases in the night.
A careless road warrior dazes, gleamed at the sight.
The demons use snow, ice, wind, as a deterant.
Its very cold, unnice, dim, but I can get through it.

Hell has broke free, and I face it head on.
Demons lurk at me, scared and sing they're death bed song.
The wind has pushed, the ice has built, the cold is intense.
Maybe I win, the night has quilted the light, the bold are inmense.
Another tired night passes, but what shall come for the next?
Another might laugh, but what shall come other then a bet?
Another nice day, slept away, for glory or pride?
Another Trucker away, kept okay, for life and you will survive.
Keep the demons down, and the sparkly up,
For another day will bring luck.

How do we arrive
at a place and time?

Is life one big coordinate plane?

Are the x's and y's numbered and set?

Are the slopes all predetermined?

Or are we all a
v
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line

as yet undefined

waiting for the function
and the pencil to draw.